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Hello Sheep How the flock are you? Oh, you’ve got your woolen knickers in a knot because gas has gone up? I hear you all saying the same things, “Gas shouldn’t go up now, because we’ve got lots in reserve!” … Continue reading →

I’m suffering from a rare form of heartburn. The kind that would knock down a mule. Unfortunately, tums isn’t going to cure it. I usually wind up with this type of stomach pain every four years or so, when a provincial election in New Brunswick is called. The cramps first hit me hard when Premier Shawn Graham decided to bail out Atcon to the tune of over 70 million bucks a few years back. The whole thing screamed of scandal, and when it was all over he was hit with a measly fine for being in conflict of interest. I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m pretty sick and tired of how corrupt the picture province has become. “BE IN THIS PLACE” must have been a slogan for corporate giants and crooked politicians. It certainly isn’t the place to be if you are a hard working citizen looking to raise a family. Our standard of living keeps dropping, our children keep moving out west, and our taxes keep going up. Meanwhile, the province is teetering on the verge of bankruptcy. With an election looming on the horizon, the idiots have all come out to play, like a bunch of bats under a spotlight. Brian Gallant is dancing around the fracking issue, like Pinocchio before Geppetto cut his strings. He’s saying he’ll call a moratorium on the issue, but if he gets elected he’ll do whatever the puppet masters tell him. If they decide to turn New Brunswick into a toxic dumping site for gold mines and nuclear power plants, he’ll do it. He won’t have a choice. Premier Alward is not one to be trusted either. Right now he’s pushing through the worst forestry deal in the history of the province. More pepto please. He’s in a hurry, because he’s afraid if he loses the election, the deal won’t go through. Why not let the voters decide if they want to decimate their province’s forests to please Irving? Because, potentially, the voters aren’t the ones lining his pockets. Much like the crooked Atcon deal, this stinks all the way to the high heavens. If the Greens, NDP and People’s Alliance parties had two clues, they would amalgamate immediately and have a fighting chance against Corrupt and Corrupter. But they won’t. They still seem to be under the misguided impression that they can actually form a government here. But they can’t. Our somewhat blind population seems to be stuck in a political rut that is dragging our province to the poorhouse. What is it going to take to make New Brunswickers see that we’re almost ruined? What is the solution to this age old, two party pork fest that we’re catering? More antacids I guess…. … Continue reading →

Now that August is upon us, I am reminded that like autumn, there is a provincial election looming in the not-so-distant future. And I can’t say that I’m excited about it. Provincial politics in New Brunswick remind me of a sporting event of sorts. There are only two teams on the ice, and it doesn’t matter how shabbily one team plays, they might lose possession of the puck for a while, but they’ll get it back sooner or later. Why do we keep doing this to ourselves? First we vote red, then we vote blue, then red again. We keep kicking them out of office, then voting them back in, as if they are actually going to change. I don’t know how many of you are paying attention, but this province is almost bankrupt. There hasn’t been any real leadership here in decades. That’s right, decades! If something isn’t done to rectify the situation, we’re going to be in the same boat as the city of Detroit. We could change the political landscape by voting in one of the other parties, but I don’t think they can take office unless they consider joining forces. And they should consider it. As New Brunswickers, what are we afraid of? Could a coalition party do a worse job than the liberals or the conservatives? Absolutely not. Come on people. It’s time to let someone else take over the rink, and chuck the red and blue clowns into the penalty box. Advertisements

The perfect crime, is there really such a thing? Find out what happens, when the hunter becomes the hunted. BURNED It was the perfect crime. They all were. He lit a cigarette, dragged hard on it, and peered through the window. They’re all like weeds, waiting to be plucked, one by one. It’s so simple. He stared some more. She’d been there for a little while now. Home from her job at the hospital. From behind the shrubbery he’d seen her take off her jacket, eat a dish of warmed up leftover soup, and light a fire in the fireplace. Fire. His cracked lips formed an evil smile. His eyes narrowed. Just watching the flames aroused him. He sucked hard on the cigarette, crushed it out, then put the butt in his jacket pocket. No DNA or fingerprints. One step. Two steps. Slow and careful, he crept towards the back door, knowing from all his observing that it was unlocked. Stupid, trusting bitches. He slipped his hand inside his jacket and patted the pistol that was tucked carefully inside his belt. Reassurance. Like every other time he’d done it, down to the cigarette before the attack, he was a creature of habit. The last hurdle. Opening the door without alerting her. He slipped on his gloves, then looked through the square pane of glass. She was sitting on the sofa, her feet up on a stool, nursing a glass of wine and staring into the fire. He’d been admiring her hourglass figure, her shoulder length blond hair, now it was time to reap the reward. I wonder if she’ll beg or cry first. The others had been an even split. Some burst to tears right off, others would maintain their composure and beg for their lives. He grabbed the knob and turned it ever so slowly. It was only a few steps from the entrance … Continue reading →

Ain’t nothing like being sassy. Especially when you’re in a bad mood to start with cause you’re broke from the holidays, the weather sucks and there isn’t another statutory holiday for weeks. So when someone irritates you, asks you something … Continue reading →

It’s been a helluva year, like being on a runaway roller coaster with no brakes. I guess that would be a good way to describe the last 12 months. The ups and downs have been amazing, scary and hard on the … Continue reading →

People are wonderful. I’m still amazed, weeks later, at how generous and kind the community has been since my house burned down. Everywhere I go, people offer their condolences, ask if they can do something to help, and drop of things … Continue reading →

I might as well start with the bad. Last week I lost my house in a fire. Total loss. We got out with the clothes on our back. But we got out. And that’s all that really matters. Material things … Continue reading →

We all need some good news now and again. Living the lives we do, ingesting all the bad news and reports coming at us from the radio, television and the internet, it’s enough to drive a person into a depression. … Continue reading →